[Oh, she knows that voice. It's a sure sign that her bad luck's shriveled up and rotted, and it's also the reason why she shifts back on her heels to follow the sound of his voice— hand dropped, gun unholstered and leveled. It might not be exactly on the mark, but since she can't see whether or not he's already aiming at her, well...
no subject
Better make it look convincing, right?]
You're a long way from home, soldado.